Dying with Curiosity
Two thumbs up to the B and B we stayed in for the weekend. Having a pool to ourselves and space to play games in (darts, pool, foosball) was very nice. Now if only our kids would sleep.
Musings, Stories, and Such.
Labels: Football
Maybe you could do the motivational speech for the coach then. Go ahead and suit up and tell them that you're so excited about how well they are doing, you're going to join them as soon as one of them flubs up. Guess that only works if you are a sucky player. I'm sure you're not. Never mind.
Also, is flub a word?
No se.
Congrats, coach.

Labels: Football
You know, you just gotta take it one game at a time, give it 110%, you are only as good as the players around you.
Labels: Internet
Labels: Eating
True story.
When I was 10 or 11 we helped butcher chickens at the Ramer farm and you, Jeremy, Heather and I were tasked with catching the chickens. I will never, ever forget that day. Also, I am afraid of chickens now.
Then, the Ramers went on holidays and I fed the turkeys, and one died and I was too afraid to go in the pen to haul it out so my dad did it.
I would make the worst farm girl EVER.
September
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